Post by kairos on Jun 5, 2018 17:24:15 GMT -5
 Valaeha Lesynn Full Name • Valaeha Lesynn Nickname • Vala, Val Race • Ocsinin Birthplace • Zeltros Age • Seventeen Gender • Female Sexuality • Bisexual Faction • Jedi Concept • Padawan Languages • Basic, Squib Trade Language Assets • A vibrant green lightsaber with a dull and worn silver hilt. One small deadknife and accompanying holster kept tucked away in her left boot. Appearance Face Claim • Kristine Froseth Height & Weight • 5'7, 125 Overall Looks •At a quick glance she could easily be written off as yet another near-human. However if you took a moment to take in a few details the differences would be clear. Tall and lean, with a build too slight for the average human, her skin is as pale as a sheet of flimsi. Her light auburn hair is shoulder-blade length, though it is usually confined to a messy tail or bun. The eyes are what make most pause. Her eyes, as are all her species, are a pure black. With no discernible iris or pupil there is no quick tell as to where she is looking. Body language is the largest indicator, though Vala delights in finding ways to make that misleading or neutral. Personality Profile Quiet and quick sums Vala up nicely. She enters most any situation with the plan to be unseen, an unobtrusive presence so that she may learn and observe what otherwise might go unnoticed. What makes sentients function, the underlying similarities in the vast arrangement of species of the galaxy, fascinates her. She seeks to understand so that she might better be of help - somewhat like a doctor learning base anatomy so as to tell when something is wrong. Being a Jedi (well... a Jedi in training), is something she takes seriously. Her belief is that the fact that she is able to sense others through the Force, their pain and loneliness, means she must do her best to remedy it. Maybe the life isn't ideal, there are certainly sacrifices that must be made, but in her mind the sum is balanced. The discomfort or pain of a few for the greater good of the galaxy. Compassionate but distant, something she strives to be, has left her with an unforgiving nature to those who decide to take a second chance for granted. Those who have every option not to, but still choose to sow pain and chaos. That is her Achilles heel, what raises her metaphorical hackles and heats her blood. (If she thought about it for long, she might call it ironic.) A perfectionist yet impatient, Vala is oftentimes at conflict with herself. Logically she knows that growth of any sort takes time, but her inclination is to want to be able to do things perfectly on the first try. It's a mindset that has resulted in a highly stubborn nature. It is also a mindset that leads to very long meditation sessions in an attempt to calm herself. It is part of her nature to push boundaries, to test what will and won't be noticed. Background Father • Elix Varick, 52, smuggler Mother • Asori Lesynn, 45, shop owner/fence Siblings • name, age, occupation (if applicable) Other Important Connections • name, age, occupation (if applicable), relation to character (cousins, aunts, uncles, etc. as well as pets, close friends, or significant others) Overall History • The history of her parents meeting was certainly no love sonnet, but more in line with a work fling. If dealing in illicit goods to help fuel Zeltro's party scene could really be considered work. A few dalliances helped by the surrounding attitude and joy of finding one of their own species, and Vala was the result. She was found to be force sensitive around the age of one and a half by a Jedi recruiter, and thus ended her life on the party planet. Sorted into the Katarn clan after a few late-night trips to the conservatory under the noses of her nursery care takers, her life was quiet. Busy, the constant rotation of classes and meditations enough to tire even the spriest among them, but not unpleasant. That was the case up until the age of seven or so. Vala contracted a nasty case of the Luf virus. Annoying and contagious to most humanoids, the virus should not have hit as hard as it did. But then again, different genetics caused wildly varying differences in base line humans and their reactions to viruses, so it wasn't unheard of for a rarely studied species to have strange reactions. In Val, that reaction was an auto immune reaction. What should have taken a week of feeling off and then back to normal dragged into weeks, and then months. Weakness, wildly fluctuating adrenal levels, mental fatigue and confusion, were some of the easiest to identify symptoms. Young, in pain day in and out, and struggling to keep up with her peers, Vala was temporarily moved to the healing halls for intensive care from the Jedi healers. What followed was well-meaning, but ultimately amounted to various healers taking random shots in the dark at a target they couldn't see. Left feeling like an out-of-control test subject, a deep-seated distrust of those in authority took root during those months. That and a near phobia of anything related to having medical care administered to her. What garnered the best results was a mix of healing crystals and more traditional medicines that helped coach her body back into behaving like something of a respectable body, and not tearing itself apart. It wasn't a quick fix or a complete magical cure, taking roughly two years and leaving her with physical pains and phantoms of the time period. Behind in her studies, physically weak from the period in the halls, the fear of being kicked out of the order was a palpable fear for nine year old Vala. She pushed as hard as she could, in her training, studies, and life to reach a point where she felt normal again. Like two years of her life hadn't just flew past. Never the social butterfly before, now she found herself increasingly annoyed with the other initiates when she was faced with what she perceived as slacking off or not taking their training seriously enough for her. Lacking clear guidance when it came to coping in a healthy manner she turned to closing herself off, sarcasm, and exercise to help herself maintain a feeling of balance. It worked to some extent, but the feeling of exhaustion was never far behind. Needing to prove herself was something she struggled with until she was made a padawan, saber at her hip, and braid in her red hair. Even then it didn't go away, only changed shapes. The difference was that now she was able to self-identify things at a more calm and even pace, and deal with them reasonably. |
